Consume my broken heart

Chapter 29

I figured you might be a little hungry?" Aiden asks as it seemed he wasn't questioning it at all and figured it out all by himself.

"Yeah, actually a little," I answer friendly when he's still busy on his phone.

"What do you want a pizza, mac and cheese, something fancy?" He asks and I couldn't contain a small giggle coming out of my mouth.

"Something fancy?" I ask to answer his quizzical face.

"I have a friend that's a chef who also has his own restaurant. Gio has the best food in town." He gushed as he awaits my response.

"Gio, from Giovanni's?" I ask him curiously. I know one restaurant in particular that has the most amazing lasagna in town. It's such a plain dish, but I truly adored his homemade lasagna.

"Yeah, do you know him?" He asked in surprise.

"Knowing him in person, no, but I do love his lasagna," I inform him with a soft smile.

Aiden nods and smiled. "Well, that's one thing we have in common then."

"Two lasagna's then?" He asked.

"Yes, please," I answer cheerfully while settling in the corner of his couch.

I look around the room while observing all of his paintings in the living room. Also, a few dark pieces were exposed into the beige walls, revealing more of his personality. In some, there were strange lines wrapped into something I can't guess what it's supposed to be. Such weird art, however, intrigued me. It gets your attention even when you don't even know what you're looking at.

"We will have our food in an hour. They were tidying up everything." Aiden spoke when entering the room again.

"Of course, it's already late," I answer him uneasy. Now we ordered food with his friend who was ready to go home.

"It's no big deal for him, Grace," Aiden says by seeing my distressed expression. "Gio lives in this street. He can stop on his way home."

"Whatever, I think it's a bit rude, though," I say unapologetically, knowing fully well how it feels when customers ask for something to eat when you cleaned up everything. It's disrespectful.

"Why?" He asks in confusion.

"Because I know how it feels when someone wants to order something while you're supposed to be closed. It's annoying." I explain to him, my face couldn't hide my mood shifting into something I rather not want to feel. He has been so sweet to me, yet here I am saying he's disrespectful in a way he probably would never understand because he doesn't think the way I do.

"I'm sorry, but I have always been available around the clock. Gio would have told me if he couldn't arrange it for me. Believe me, he can have a big mouth when needed." He answers.

"Because you had servants in England?" I ask him boldly, trying to grave more into his past without crossing any boundaries.

Aiden eyes me with crooked eyebrows, a slow grin spreading on his face. "No, it's not because of the servants, believe me. I was in the army before all of this. That's where I have learned to always be available. If my commander would ask to do one hundred push-ups, I would have done that while sleeping in the middle of the night, wherever I was or what I was doing. It doesn't matter because we had respect for our superiors and are commerads." He informs me seriously.

The way he talked about the army has sent goosebumps over my body. "It meant a lot to you being in the army?" I ask, knowing he would answer yes, but still wanted to hear coming out of his mouth. I wished I could talk about something the way he did.

"Yeah, I will never forget those years," Aiden says, his voice sounding a little sad even when his face seemed happy because he couldn't stop smiling.

"But if you liked it so much. Why did you leave?" I ask him curiously. It doesn't make sense to me. He loved being in the army so why did he leave?

"Which movie do you want to watch?" He asks, blocking my question. I guess this was him setting a boundary to not ask any further. I understand why he's so private about his life and it isn't my business after all.

I follow his gaze to the television. He was looking through Netflix with serious eyes until he notices my silence.

"What do you like to see?" He asks calmly until our eyes meet again. His expression changed and I couldn't figure what he was thinking at this exact moment. For the sake of our evening, I avert my gaze to the screen of his massive flatscreen.

"I like action movies, comedians, romance, but no war movies," I say, looking back at him with a small smile.

"I wasn't planning on playing them, don't worry about that." He says, his expression soft when he continues scrolling down, making his mission to find something suitable for the both of us.

"Wait," I say when I see Tomb Raider appearing on the screen.

"Tomb Raider?" He asks which I'm not sure if he meant it teasingly or consensually.

"Have you seen the movie?" I ask him, hesitantly.

"Yeah. Tomb Raider, it is then." He answers with a sweet smile before pressing play.

"If you don't like the movie we can look for ..." I say, but my attention was caught by an unusual noise, probably the bell.

"No, it's fine, Grace. We will see this movie. Be right back." He says dominantly but in a sweet way. He wants me to have a nice night after my epic failure today.

I watch him leave the room in his grey sweatpants and black shirt. It's the first time I have seen him this casual, however, I like this side of him too. His suit was very sexy, but this too, though.

I hear soft voices talking, even laughing a little. As curious as I am, I stay put on the comfortable sofa with my knees against my chest, his warm blanket draped over my legs. I wait patiently, being grateful for the food I'll receive when I feel my stomach rumble in protest. Because of my nerves the entire day, I decided to eat a light breakfast and nothing more. I didn't want to feel nauseous while getting my plan into motion. The thought of seducing Matthew made me already sick, and a small feeling in me was relieved I didn't have to set through today.

Aiden walks into the room with so much flow and air it made my stomach flinch in adoration. Why does he need to be so handsome? A month ago, I had problems with men coming too close and here I'm sitting in a man's house I barely know and has a dangerous image.

The thought of a man touching me made me feel horrible and disgusted, but now I have to admit I'm curious how it would feel. How his hands will feel on my body. How his lips will fit on mine. I want to feel how it should feel. But I can't commit myself to a man like him. My body screams yes, but my mind stops my disastrous fantasies. This is wrong to think about him in that way.

He settles himself beside me, handing me my meal when our fingers gently touch. Lightning bolts through my veins right into my core. I watch his hand resting against mine, my mouth slightly open. When I open my eyes, I see him staring back at me with an expression I've never seen before. His eyes were wide and he licks his perfectly formed lips. This was the sexiest thing I have ever seen by a man. Does he feel the same as I? Is it possible he feels the same electric energy between us?